said simply. "I only hope I can do as well week after next. But Miss
Wales, that was the jam of college life. There's the bread and butter
too, you know, and sometimes that's a lot harder to earn than the jam."

"Do you mean----" began Betty and stopped, not wanting to risk hurting
Miss Davis's feelings.

"Yes, I mean that I'm working my way through. I have a scholarship, but
there's still my board and clothes and books."

"And you do it all?"

Miss Davis nodded. "My cousin sends me some clothes."

"How do you do it, please?"

"Tutor, sort papers and make typewritten copies of things for the
faculty, put on dress braids (that's how I met the B's), mend stockings,
and wait on table off and on when some one's maid leaves suddenly. We
thought it would be cheaper and pleasanter to board ourselves and earn
our money in different ways than to take our board in exchange for
regular table-waiting; but I don't know. The other way is surer."

"You mean you don't find work enough?"

Miss Davis nodded. "It takes a good deal," she said apologetically, "and
there isn't much tutoring that freshmen can do. After this year it will
be easier."

"Dear me," gasped Betty. "Don't you get any--any help from home?"

"Well, they haven't been able to send any yet, but they hope to later,"
said Miss Davis brightly.

"And does it pay when you have to work so hard for it?"

"Oh, yes," answered Miss Davis promptly. "All three of us are sure that
it pays."

"Three of you live together?"

"Yes. Of course there are ever so many others in the college, and I'm
sure all of them would say the same thing."

"And--I hope I'm not being rude--but do girls--do you advertise things
down on that bulletin board? I don't know much about it. I never was
there but once till I went to-day on--on an errand for a friend," Betty
concluded awkwardly. Perhaps she had been an interloper. Perhaps that
bulletin board had not been meant for girls like her.

Miss Davis evidently assumed that she had been to leave an order. "You
ought to buy more," she said laughingly. "But you want to know what I
was there for, don't you? Why yes, we do make a good deal off that
bulletin board. One of the girls paints a little and she advertises
picture frames--Yale and Harvard and Pennsylvania ones, you know. I sell
blue-prints. A senior lends me her films. She has a lot of the faculty
and the campus, and they go pretty well. We use the money we make from
those things for l